But today, I was walking to my car, and a man with a disheveled appearance smiled and nodded. I returned the gesture, but I was expecting him to ask for a handout and wondering what his story was. I never realized before that I do that. Then, I started thinking that...

My friends at school say that I am always judging them but I'm really not. I know I seem judgemental a lot of the time but I am trying so hard not to be. I used to judge other people because I felt like I was always being judged by the,. I guess it sort of helped me cope with...

There's probably no sensation I hate more than feeling judged. Parts of me rebel against it, parts of me cry out because of how constrained it makes of me feel, and parts of me fold like a house of cards, resigned to the truth that the other person is probably right.
I can...